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Armin let out a quick huff of air, his chest rising and falling with every breath he took. He brings the dumbbell in, resting his elbow on his thigh, before lowering the weight down, his bicep flexing with each rep. There's a slight shake in his movements, pushing himself to finish each motion before continuing this cycle of exercise.
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He switches arms, moving the dumbbell from his right to his left. He let out a sigh as he rested his dumbbell on the sliver of the chair between his thighs. Armin lifts his right arm, slightly shaking it, then allows it to relax once more. His arms are toned, each muscle defined in a soft, non-threatening way that anyone can admire. There are a few slightly prominent veins trailing down to his wrists that always come out when he flexes. Armin lets out another sigh as he brings the bottom of his shirt up to his forehead, wiping away the sheen.
Just like his forehead, his arms and back are shiny with sweat. A stray droplet trails itself down and down the side of his neck to his left arm. Armin doesn’t seem to notice it. He simply sighs contemplating his final rep as his head rests on top of the chair. His eyes flutter closed as he takes a deep breath in before making a quick reassuring nod to himself. He reopens his eyes, now filled with a new sense of determination. He picks up the dumbbell once more, knocking out each curl one by one.
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He glides his fingers through his hair, moving it out of his face. The tips of his hair are damp, a result of the past few vigorous activities, slowing down ever so slightly as he wrapped up his workout. A content smile rests on his lips as he reaches for his water bottle. He lifts his water bottle to peer into the opening, brows furrow slightly as he purses his lips. Armin gives the bottle a quick yet forceful shake before pouring its contents into his mouth.
The sweat on his back made his shirt cling to his back as he drank his water. Every curve, every crevice, every indentation was visible through his powder blue tee. The way his shirt clung onto him along with the smooth curvature of his muscles which fit together in a perfect, ethereal package, gave him the appearance as if he descended straight from the heavens.
Little did he notice, you were there by the door, leaning against the wooden frame as you admired his every action. That is until you whispered an impressed “wow” under your breath.
Armin turned his head to you, his blue eyes shining brighter than the stars in the sky. He, once again, lifts his shirt to wipe his sweat away, revealing his stomach with subtle abs and a slight v-line on display. Just as his stomach appeared though, it disappeared just as quickly back under his shirt.
“Oh, hey! I didn’t think you’d be here so early! Let me go shower, then maybe we can watch a few episodes of that show that we liked before our reservation?” Armin offered. Although just working out, he seemed more energetic than ever, all a result of your presence. “Does that sound alright with you?”
You nod, “Of course!” You notice his towel hanging from one of the machines he used, walk over to it, and hand it to him. “Now hurry and shower, I heard the next few episodes are really good!”
“Alright, alright, I’ll be quick, don't worry!” Armin teased, taking the towel and hanging it on his neck. He gives you a quick peck on the cheek, taking your hand and leading you to the couch in the other room before heading off to shower. “Don’t miss me too much!”